Lost Weekend

No weekend events to speak off for now till later on. 4:00am makes one think and discover about concepts of life and illusions. Scared yes, but very excited for what may or may not come in the hours, days, weeks, months, or years to come.

" I cannot lie."
"God is a concept, by which we measure our pain."

Nothings so loud, As hearing when we lie, The truth is not kind. The air outside is soft, just feel this way, this close, feel the same. As closing the heart when all we need is to free the soul. And it does not matter now, Whatever happens to me, Though the air speaks of all will never be. No troubling past nor hostel future but an ever lasting present to improve our qualities of the faults we share.

Craving food of thoughts and dreams and images in the mind. Very scary and yet very true for those who neglect and defend the horrible concept of living. Make the heart race by what is written on your face. Make people do un-speakable things with heart and soul. Moonlit night they came into my life, now the feeling is grown, and if they leave me alone i can not get over them. Hide the blue and bring out the yellow, by warming the cold feet, and cool the people in the heat. Our understanding grew but never get over them or YOU.

"There in your heart..."

Dating back when it started and till now it is obvious.
Something that is never changing.

Now and till it fades away the quotes will be a factor.
Something that is never aging.

"...that's in your heart."

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Live new be well, don't feel sad just dream. Hold them and have a lot of them. Never let go and grab what is needed. Pain is not a show of fear or hate or bad. It makes a lot more when the way to your future goes through the obstacles. Soothing audio plays in the ear of the one who stares and nothing to just listen. Tenderness within one's self goes along way.
They will light the way today.